Twenty-five years on tasting.
Good ruby color with some depth; it belies its age. Rural and obstinately old-fashioned. It smells and tastes like ’89: smoky-campfire, cooked-fruit, gibier. The acidity is good. A craggly minerality at the end, more hewn than detailed. There’s civility now to its once resolute tannic-structure but this will always be a sturdy expression with a tilt towards the rustic. Yet it stands for something: the unvarnished truth, Vougeot Cras in plain-speak. You can still keep this. Now – 2018.